Caleb’s P.O.V.
Evening had settled over the Blue Moon Pack, casting the forest in a dusky veil of amber light. I had arrived before noon, but the day had slipped past me, stretched thin by tension and unease.
After my earlier talk with Matt—awkward, layered with unspoken suspicion—I told him I needed sleep. A standard excuse. Expected. And not questioned. Truth be told, I did want rest. Just not the kind of sleep could give.
The hot shower helped for a moment, washing away the grime, the guilt, and the cloying scent of Veronica. But nothing could rinse off the memories. The reality. Or Bella’s voice echoing in my mind.
I laid on the bed for what felt like hours, arms behind my head, eyes fixed on the ceiling, but the rest never came. Every time I blinked, I saw Bella. Every time I inha
